I haven't updated in a few days, and there's not really a lot of new stuff to report, so this will be short and sweet.
I received my teaching certificate in the mail on Tuesday, so that was a nice birthday present. We ended up going out again for my birthday, a much smaller group this time (Drake, Teetz, Britt, April, and her friend Michelle). We went to Iggy's, The Spigot, and Sandy's of course. I love Sandy's. I am sure you are all aware of just how much I love that bar, considering that is about the only place we ever go anymore, though I still love Woody's and Duffy's and actually really miss going to those bars.
Today is Silas' birthday, and I think he's coming up to Lincoln for it. I am not sure on this one, but he said he wanted to. I think that also means Mike will come from Omaha, but again, not sure on the details.
Nothing much else. You know, I thought I had rid my life of the crazy people and things were finally settling down - I had been under this impression for quite a few months now. Tundra is off in her crazy world away from my friends, and Crazy Rachel was doing who knows what, but at least it was away from me so I didn't care. Then, wouldn't you know, look who suddenly appeared on Facebook a few days ago. I'd left a message on Megan's wall, and then Rachel left one on Mel's wall because I mentioned not being able to meet with Megan today because of Silas' birthday. Rachel, GROW THE FUCK UP. It was a year ago, I don't think about you, I don't talk about you, get over it, we're not friends, end of story. If it still bothers you that much that you have to snip about it on Facebook (and she also wants to create a group called, "I'm an evil back stabbing B****". Apparently she doesn't know she can swear on Facebook) then that's your deal, not mine. I am not apologizing for anything, and I am not going to waste any more time justifying what happened, because I am not the one who screwed you over. You screwed yourself over and wouldn't leave me out of it, you made the decision for me, Silas and Adam were right from the start. If anyone stabbed anyone in the back, it was you, and if you really want to talk about being a good friend, I have four words for you: New Year's Eve 2003**.
**Yes, I know I said '2004' but it was actually 2003. I don't know what I was thinking.
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So...just to be a smartass...I think 2004 would technically be considered more than one word...But I totally agree that she needs to grow up...
True, true. However, my sentiment is the same. Let's talk about a horrible friend: If you point blank ask your supposed "best friend" if your boyfriend cheated on you while you were gone, the correct answer is not, 'That's something you guys need to talk about between you two' but a resounding 'Yes, he did, now dump his ass before this mess continues on for another whole fucking year!'. Ah well, it worked out nicely for me, I got to keep Silas, who it turns out, is a better friend than her, because Silas doesn't dick around, he tells me the truth when I ask him to.
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